Ever since Camden Market morphed into a vast, touristy retail temple to vaguely ethnically styled tat - Dubai Mall for Greater London's limply disaffected youth, if you will - anything colourfully beaded and pseudo-tribal has looked a bit, well, studenty. Which is a shame, because (how many more readers can I offend in my first paragraph? Let's go for the record!) the zigzag beaded purses and dopey wall-hangings are not just rip-offs, they are travesties, reducing an elegant and vibrant aesthetic into something drab and half-baked.

Well, thank goodness for Jimmy Choo. For ethnic styling has found an unlikely champion in the most name-dropped accessory label of our times. To get an idea of the new season's Jimmy Choo collection, picture what a young, gorgeous heroine in a Jackie Collins novel might pack if she went on a gap year. Doesn't make sense, I know, but that's the point: it's rave-meets-safari, and it shouldn't work, but it does. So much so that the good old British high street has reproduced the look for pocket-money prices.

But glam-tribal-ethnic-chic, or whatever we're calling it, is not without its own issues. Once you step up the glamour, you lose the problematic annoying-sixth-former connotations, but you are wise to stick to accessories, and not too many. A fantastic beaded sandal, a head-turning bag, a show-stopping necklace? Two's company, three's a crowd is a good rule to follow. Otherwise you might start looking - how to put this? - a bit Prince Harry.